Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.